*Phoebe*

“He’s so precious!” Sasha cooed at our baby, Evan, as Brady and I arrived at the baby shower. Sasha leaned over, making ‘gimme, gimme’ motions at Evan.

I laughed and gently handed Evan over to Sasha. Evan looked up at her with his big black eyes, utterly fascinated. Little fangs flashed as he gurgled, and Sasha awed and ran a hand over his wispy black hair.

Adding to that his alabaster fair skin, Brady and I both knew our little Evan was ...